#james loves christmas

[themarvelmarauder]

James: jingle bells, jingles bells, jingle all the way!

Regulus: right, well I'm going to go drown myself now

James: Reg, why would you say that?

Regulus: it stopped you singing that awful song

[thankstothe]

[ecstarry]

regulus taking draco to the local bookstore where they read fun stories for kids expecting to see remus as always but it's james and regulus instantly melts when james does the silly voices and he's so adorable and then james rolls up his sleeves and reg is just like damn how are u so fucking hot and cute at the same time. and draco is like uncle reg i met this kid harry can u set up a play date? and reg is kicking his feet texting james like they are the ones going out on the date

[kyurochurro]

HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYBODY!!! my favorite season of the year is here so of course that means its time to draw spirk decorating a good ol classic christmas tree!! 🎄💫🎁✨ (spirkmas? spirkmas tree. yes) have a warm yuletide season yall >:)

(also yes ive been studying leyendecker HEHEH)

[ashleigghh]

Day 29- Star- Jegulus and Harry, 555 words

“There is your Uncle Sirius,” Regulus leans on the doorframe to the balcony, watching James hold their son tightly in his lap, the two of them looking at the sky where James was pointing, matching expressions on their faces. 

“And here is the most beautiful star of all,” James speaks quietly, adjusting his hand to point at the correct star, “Your Papa’s star, Regulus, the heart of the lion,”  James makes a roaring sound tickling Harry, who giggles and squirms in his grip, before settling back down to listen to James.

“It can be seen nearly the whole year, apart from a couple months where it’s spending some time close to the sun, which means we can’t see it at night,” James explains, and Regulus’ heart warms, he not only listened to his late-night rambles about the stars but went on to memorise the fact and share them with their son. 

“Why can’t he stay here?” Harry frowns as if this means Regulus has to go away for months every year and James laughs lightly, kissing the top of Harry’s head before pinching his cheek gently to get him to smile again.

“Your Papa stays here with us but the star, he has to spend time working to light up the night sky so he gets some time off to visit the one he loves, the sun.” Harry nods, understanding the story and making a connection, 

“Is that why Papa calls you his sun and you call him your star?” Harry giggles, finding it hilarious and it takes everything in Regulus to not go and scoop his son in his arms and hug him tight. 

“Exactly little genius,” James teases with a grin, making Harry laugh again, “it’s like how your Papa has to work during the day but comes home to us at night and then spends the holidays with us, does that make sense?” 

Harry hums, looking exactly like his mother when she’s thinking something through before he nods and turns into James so he can rest his head on James’ chest while he looks up at the sky. James holds him tightly, slightly cautious about the edge of the balcony even though Harry wouldn’t be able to get over the railing and looks down at him, 

“Are you tired? Do you want to go back inside?” Harry shakes his head but even from his place in the doorway, Regulus can see his drooping eyes and limpening neck. 

“Want to look at Papa’s star,” Harry  mumbles, snuggling into James' chest as he dozes off. Regulus makes his way into Harry’s room, picking up a teddy and a blanket before returning to the balcony, walking forward and passing the toy to Harry, who blindly takes it in the first dregs of slumber, clutching it close to his chest, 

“Hey,” James smiles up at his husband as Regulus tucks the blanket over Harry’s shoulders, 

“Hey,” Regulus whispers, not wanting to disturb Harry, and smiles back softly. 

“How much did you hear?” James grins, standing up carefully to carry Harry to his bedroom. 

“Apparently I’m the most beautiful star of all,” Regulus teases, walking away and leaving James to follow him down the hall to tuck their son into bed, admiring the life they’ve built together and the love he once never would’ve believed he deserved.

[burninblood]

Hey, Christmas is just around the corner, so it's the right time for some cute domestic BuckyNat (and the cats)!

Merry Christmas!

[northlt03]

Jegulus hallmark movie with James and his son who love christmas and Regulus as the son of the Black family company CEO who comes to visit his disowned brother in a small town for Christmas-

[siriuslylovejegulus33]

I like to think that the Marauders gave each other gifts for Christmas and that they all tried really hard. And James included Regulus because why would his boyfriend be excluded? So after much begging and... Begging. It worked.

They did secret Santa.

Peter got James a Lego set and Lego versions of the Marauders and an extra lil emo guy.

James: OMG PETE, IT'S PERFECT!

James: *Launches himself into Peter*

Regulus whispering to himself: That's gonna keep him entertained for weeks *sips peppermint tea*

James got Remus a pair of red converse so they could match, and boxes of his favorite frog chocolate.

Remus: Thank you, Prongs! I'll be sure to hide the chocolates from the kids in the house.

Sirius: We don't have kids.

Everyone:

Sirius: Oh, fuck you.

Remus: Not here *winks*

Sirius: *blushes*

Remus: Here's your gift, sweetheart.

Sirius takes it out, and he finds that his Moony have him a leather jacket. But not only that, it's a vintage black leather jacket with Queen's painted on the back and a little painting at the front of a moon and the brightest star in the night sky.

Sirius: I-

Remus: Do you like it? The girls helped me with the- Umph.

Sirius launches himself on his boyfriend and hugs him to death.

Remus: *chuckles* I'm guessing you liked it?

Sirius: *kisses him* I love it, babe.

Remus: *grins widely* I'm glad

Peter: *clears his throat*

Sirius: *On Remus' lap* Anyways, I'm going to give my present last because I couldn't wrap it.

Remus: It can't be yourself.

Sirius: *huffs sadly* I know, Moony.

James: Well. Regulus, it's your turn, love.

Regulus quietly takes out a little card and hands it to Peter. Everyone is sad because they thought Regulus would try. That he would would just, try.

But all eyes look at Peter when they hear sniffles, and suddenly he's crying.

James, worried: What's wrong, Pete?

Peter: *sob* I LOVE IT!!

Everyone has shocked looks on their faces, except Reg, who has a tiny smile that only James and Sirius notice.

Sirius: What did you get him, Reggie?

Regulus: An unlimited card to candy in the town's most popular candy shop.

James:

Peter: *still crying*

Sirius:

Remus:

James, launches himself into Regulus and gives him a big wet kiss and whispers: Thank you, baby.

Regulus whispers back: I told you lover, their important to you. They're important to me.

Regulus wipes a tear from James, and James just can't fathom how lucky he got.

Sirius, claps: Alright, everyone. Enough tears. let's go to these two's room for my gift.

Regulus: Why on eart... It's better for me not to assume.

They all walk in and see a grand piano with Regulus' star constellation, him the brightest, and a deer looking up at it.

Sirius, biting his lip: Do you like it?

Regulus: It's... It's perfect. Thank you.

Jegulus cuddled up later that night.

Regulus: H-h-he really loves me, James. He kn-knows me *hiccup*

James rubbing circles on his back and his other hand through his hair: I tell you all the time, Reg. There's nothing he wouldn't do for you. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. *Kisses Reggie's hair*

[reguluslovesspelunking]

rumor has it that james potter is currently in brazil in a green and red house living on orange muffins

[theprongspotter]

24 Prompts til Christmas: Day 17

“Ugly Sweater” (Jegulus)

“No. Absolutely not.” Regulus shakes his head and crosses his arms. He will not be wearing something so ugly and atrocious— something that’s such an eyesore.

“Baby, please.” James pouts. “Everyone else will be wearing them.”

“I said no, James.” Regulus scowls.

“But our sweaters would even match, Reggie. You only have to wear it this one time for the Christmas party, and that’s it,” James says. “Please, Regulus. Just this once for me?” He pleads, giving his best puppy eyes.

Regulus is silent, and James thinks he’s not going to agree until he sighs and his shoulders sag. “Okay, Jamie, but just this once.”

James laughs, wrapping him in a hug, and kisses his boyfriend’s cheek. “Thank you, love!”

After Regulus pulls the sweater over his head, he looks at himself in the mirror. There’s a reindeer puking up candy canes and chocolates on his bright green sweater. James has the same sweater, but in bright, obnoxious red. “James, this is quite literally the more hideous sweater I have ever seen.”

The raven haired man chuckles. “That’s the point, sweetheart.”

[thankstothe]

its all fun and games until patient comes up

[aanoia]

for the christmas thing, i think a oneshot that's basically just james and reader with a mistletoe. could be at a party or maybe even while they decorate their house!! whatever you want to do with that prompt is fine though :)

thank you so much for the request, I hope you love it!

𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆 - 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔

James Potter x reader day one of the christmas advent calendar words; 849 warnings; none this one is so sweet :) also it's december finally, literally the best month of the year and my birthday (which is christmas on the dot)

‘Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas’ played softly as I entered the Lupin homestead. I smiled as I shrugged off my scarf and coat, gently placing them on the coat rack before walking into the living room.

“Oh, Y/n! You made it!” Lily said happily, leaving the warm side of her boyfriend to give me a tight hug. 

“Lily! I’ve missed you.” I responded, hugging her back just as tight.

“Me too, it’s been ages since we’ve last seen each other, hasn’t it?” She asked and I opened my mouth to answer, but was cut off as a large black dog came running into the living room, a dripping spatula caught between its teeth.

Remus ran in after Sirius, “Sirius! Enough, give me back the spatula. Dogs can’t have chocolate, idiot!”

Sirius transformed into his human self, “Well then, it’s a good thing I’m not a dog then, isn’t it?” He looked over to me and licked the spatula. “‘Ello, love, how have you been doing?”

I snorted and pulled him into a hug, “Quite well, if I must say. And you?”

He winked, “I’ve been great. Having a place with your boyfriend, just your boyfriend, is great. If you know what I mean.” I shook my head as I gave Remus a hug, mumbling quiet hello’s to each other.

“Gross.” Peter said, walking out of the kitchen, wearing the most hideous, wretched Christmas sweater I’ve ever seen.

I raised my eyebrows, “Wow, Peter, you really took the ugly part seriously.”

“It’s not ugly, what do you mean?” Peter’s girlfriend, Amanda (sorry to the Amanda’s) piped up and I refrained from rolling my eyes.

“Amanda, you’re here.” I said with a fake smile.

She looked me up and down and grimaced. “I am. For some reason.” She mumbled at the end, walking back into the kitchen. I made eye contact with Lily and she rolled her eyes at her antics.

Everyone retreated to the kitchen as I set my purse down on the coffee table and smiled at the large Christmas tree.

“Everyone gets a hi but me, huh?” I jumped as a voice sounded from behind me.

I turned around, “James. Hi.” 

He smiled and pulled me into a hug. “Hello, how have been, love?” He asked softly.

“I’ve been good, how about you?”

“Much better now that you’re in front of me.” He said, taking a step to the side and bringing me with him.

I looked into his eyes as he kept nudging us gently, “What are you doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why are you moving us?”

“Am I moving us?”

I glanced to the side and laughed, taking a step back before we got underneath the mistletoe.

“Not a chance, Potter.” I said smugly, walking past him and into the kitchen with everyone else.

“I’ll get you tonight, L/n.” He called after me and I shook my head.

The oven dinged and Sirius gasped excitedly.

“The cookies!” He exclaimed, jumping up and running to the oven.

Remus shot up, “Sirius, no, you’ll-” Sirius yelped in shock as he burned his finger. Remus sighed, “Burn yourself. Come here.” 

I carefully took the cookies from the oven and Remus bandaged up Sirius’ burn. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, savoring the sweet smell of the fresh cookies.

“They smell delicious.” I said as I set them on top of the pot holder on the counter. “You did great, Remus.”

He smiled at me, “Thank you.”

“Y/n, come here.” James said, beckoning me over to the doorway.

I shook my head as I took the mittens off, “Nope.” I said as I muttered a cooling spell on the cookies and carefully picked one up.

“Please?” He said. I smiled and walked over, shoving a cookie in his mouth before he could conjure a mistletoe.

I booped his nose as he ate the cookie, defeated. “Stop trying to get me to walk under a mistletoe.”

A few candy cane shots later and everyone was up dancing to ‘Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree’. A hand grabbed mine and spun me around as I laughed loudly. James put his other hand on my waist as we swirled and swayed. I failed to notice the way he was gently moving us over, step by step. Eventually, the song ended and a softer one came on as everyone calmed down.

James cleared his throat, “Well, what a coincidence.”

I looked at his face, humming in question before my eyes caught the shimmering of a crystal. I looked up and my heart beat rapidly in my chest as I stared at the mistletoe.

“We can’t break tradition.” He whispered and my eyes met his.

“You’re an ass.” I whispered back before smashing my lips against his. His arm snaked around my waist and bent me backwards slightly as my hand made its way on his cheek. It was nothing short of magical, literally.

“We should go on a date.” He said breathlessly once we pulled away.

I smiled and placed a small kiss on his lips. “If you’re lucky.”

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[marypickfords]

Lost Hearts (Lawrence Gordon Clark, 1973)

"On the night of which I am speaking, Stephen Elliott found himself, as he thought, looking through the glazed door. The moon was shining through the window, and he was gazing at a figure which lay in the bath. His description of what he saw reminds me of what I once beheld myself in the famous vaults of St. Michan's Church in Dublin, which possess the horrid property of preserving corpses from decay for centuries. A figure inexpressibly thin and pathetic, of a dusty leaden colour, enveloped in a shroud-like garment, the thin lips crooked into a faint and dreadful smile, the hands pressed tightly over the region of the heart. As he looked upon it, a distant, almost inaudible moan seemed to issue from its lips, and the arms began to stir. The terror of the sight forced Stephen backwards, and he awoke to the fact that he was indeed standing on the cold boarded floor of the passage in the full light of the moon. With a courage which I do not think can be common among boys of his age, he went to the door of the bathroom to ascertain if the figure of his dream were really there. It was not, and he went back to bed.” — MR James, Lost Hearts, from Ghost Stories of an Antiquary (1904).

[seaweedstarshine]

Late to the game as I’ve kinda been kinda non-here for a minute but I scrolled through the Dot and Bubble tag, and thought I wanted to write this post into existence.

There's this part in Doctor Who Unleashed where RTD says this:

“What we can’t tell is how many people will have worked that out before the ending. Because they’ve seen white person after white person after white person, and television these days is very diverse. I wonder, will you be ten minutes into it, will you be fifteen, will you be twenty, before you start to think, everyone in this community is white. And if you don’t think that — why didn’t you? So, that’s gonna be interesting. I hope it’s one of those pieces of television you see, and always remember.”

And I'm like. Yeah. But the reason this works even as well as it does is largely thanks to the work of the previous showrunner with the previous creative team, which was notably the first era to have any writers of color (amongst other firsts in terms of inclusivity in directors, composer, actors). While Chibnall fumbled whenever he tried to write about race himself, he did have the self-awareness to have Black and South Asian writers writing the episodes where race is the focus (and a female writer for the episode where sexism is a focus; my point is, he seemed to know his shortcomings).

I wonder what the current creative team looks like? (not really, but I wasn't 100% sure for all of them)

To quote RTD:

“...before you start to think, everyone in this community is white.”

This is pretty non-self-aware, right? It's pretty “It is said, and I understand this, there was a history of racism with the original Toymaker, the Celestial Toymaker, who had ‘celestial,’ and I did not know this, but ‘celestial’ can mean of Chinese origin, but in a derogatory way,” right? (from The Giggle Unleashed) It's pretty “and I had problems with that, and a lot of us on the production team had problems with that: associating disability with evil,” right? (from Destination Skaro Unleashed)

—none of which are issues that should be overlooked, but think how much exponentially better they might’ve been addressed if he’d consulted with Chinese writers and wheelchair-using writers before going straight to giving the Toymaker weird fake accents and making Davros walk?

How many Black or non-white people do we think saw the Dot and Bubble script before it landed in Ncuti’s hands?

And this just keeps happening.

And like, from some of the shocked responses I've seen from white viewers to the ending of Dot and Bubble, maybe the episode's unsubtlety was needed? From the way RTD talks about it in Unleashed, the episode was written with a white audience in mind, Baby's First Microaggressions (where of course the microaggressions come from people who are pretty self-admittedly white supremacists). Ricky September, a more seemingly normal depiction of someone in the racist bubble of Finetime, seemed like an interesting element, up until the way he died.

The ending worked for me, because I do think the Doctor's reaction is true to how the Doctor would react. I just keep thinking of how much better the core themes could've been handled by someone with actual lived experience on the subject matter.

[ashleigghh]

Day 17- dancing. Jegulus, marylily, raising harry, 1110 words.

James has always had a very idealised version of love in his mind stemming from years of watching the way his parents love each other so infinitely and unconditionally. He had always held in the back of his mind that he wouldn’t find love like that, trying to keep his hopes down, but it often failed and he found himself dreaming and praying for a love similar to theirs.

He had sort of given up, after many failed dates and episodes of pining over this one boy who didn’t even know he existed, he was ready to stop believing in love, his parents must be the exception that proves the rule.

Then the boy he was pining overlooked back, meeting his eyes and James knew then the love was real and as pure and unending as he had hoped it would be, he had fallen in love with Regulus Black and it was, in his opinion, even more loving than his parents relationship. When Lily and Mary had come to them with a proposition, James had been overjoyed. Having and raising a child with two of their best friends? Getting to raise a kid with the love of his life, he went to agree but Regulus beat him to it, they were all ready to expand their family.

They had a beautiful boy with pitch-black hair that matched both of his fathers with little curls that matched one of his mothers and deep green eyes that looked so much like Lily’s it was unbelievable. James hadn’t even held his son yet and was prepared to move the heavens and the earth to make him happy. He was fulfilled, happy and overflowing with love, and he just hoped he could make his son feel the same way.

Harry grew up quicker than they can even believe, the months speeding past. The four of them all lived together, not wanting to separate Harry from any of them while he was so young, and supporting each other with the long nights and time-consuming cleaning. He was two now, waddling around and babbling away at any chance he got, and James was filled with overwhelming joy and happiness just existing in the same space.

Now, he doesn’t know if everyone has this, but James has a favourite memory from his childhood. He was five and woke up in the night, he isn’t sure why, but he could hear music drifting up the stairs, so he crept out of bed standing on his tiptoes to keep the noise down and made his way halfway down the stairs.

From this position he had the perfect view into the living room, he had sat down on the step, holding onto the railing with both hands. He looked into the living room and there by the tree, his parents were dancing in the candlelight. His father was spinning his mother around while she laughed brightly, so carefree and happy that it had made James smile just watching them. They swayed gently while the music quietened and he snuck back upstairs to give them some peace and quiet.

He never told them he saw them dancing that night, and he never saw them again, but every time he heard some music drift up to his room he smiled, it was something that had always stuck with him.

So every the same soft music he had heard for the first time years ago came through the speakers, he pulled Regulus up, interlinking their hands and waltzed him around their living room.

“James,” Regulus laughed while James hummed along to the music, “Are we going to dance to this song every time?”

“Can this be the song we have for our first dance?” James asks but he already knows the answer, Regulus loves this little tradition as much as he does. Regulus nods his affirmation and James kisses him, slowing their dance slightly as he loses focus. “Planning to marry me one day then?” Regulus asks with a cheeky grin.

“Yep, afraid you’re stuck with me forever now,” Regulus hums after James answers and acts like he’s thinking about it before smiling softly up at James

“I guess there are worse ways to spend my time,” James laughs, leaning their foreheads together while they dance. There's a moment or two of silence before the door creaks open and they look around to see Mary poking her head around the door,

“Room for two more?” James nods in response and the two women enter the room, smiling to their friends. The next song starts, slower than the one before and the four of them talk quietly and laugh, sharing this moment of beauty.

The sound of giggling comes from the top of the stairs that have a view into the living room where Lily had left the door open. At the top of the stairs Harry peers through the bars of his baby-gate, bouncing up and down and laughing. James rushes up to collect their son, carrying him down the stairs to join them.

Harry’s in his pyjamas, having been put to bed hours previously, a green onesie with golden snitches that Regulus bought to influence Harry into taking after him, and he’s clutching one of his teddies, a small teddy blanket that she snuggles his face into. James does a little spin as he brings them into the living room and Harry smiles so hard his eyes start to scrunch up.

Regulus joins them, placing a hand on James' arm and using the other to brush over Harry’s hair, placing a gentle kiss on the top of his head. Harry’s mother come over, Mary pinching Harry’s cheeks and cooing at him while Lily tickles him gently to get him to laugh, he wriggles in James’ grip and he has to readjust so he doesn’t jump to the floor.

With Harry huddled between his parents, James moves him slowly in time to the music, Regulus and Lily each grabbing one of his hands to act like they are dancing along with him, Mary stands opposite swaying in time with Harry, who laughs and giggles, his cheek pressed into his shoulder to keep his teddy there. His eyes are drooping, but he desperately tries to fight the calling of sleep.

He’s unsuccessful, but he falls asleep surrounded by complete and total adoration wrapping around him like a warm blanket. James carries him back up the stairs and tucks him into his bed, carefully removing his glasses to place on the table.

Harry will likely not remember tonight when he’s older, but James will make sure this isn’t the last time he experiences this.

[kimmiessimmies]

Mistletoe 🎄

A Christmas wish

"Did you look up yet, Sade?"

"What do you mean?"

"Look..."

"Mistletoe."

"Yup. And you know what that means..."

"You'd better watch it, James Wyler, we both know how easily one thing can lead to another, especially when it's us..."

"Haha! Well in that case, let's just have a cuddle, is that okay?"

"Yes, you know I love that..."

"And I love you, girl. Thank you for always being there for me."

"Right back at you. Please always keep being you."

"Merry Christmas Sade..."

"Merry Christmas James..."

🎄Merry Christmas🎄

from me and these two idiots who have turned my entire story line upside down. Whether you're celebrating extensively with lots of people around or having a more quiet home Christmas like I do; I hope it's everything you wish it to be.

And if Christmas is a difficult time for you; James, Sadie and I all know how dark life can sometimes get, so please have a little love from me and my favourite twosome and hang in there. I hope you have someone to talk to ❤️.

N.B. The adventcalender patterns by @simlicious were the absolute cherry on the cake when I was shooting this scene. Thank you for these. ❤️